shewho: (melting tube)
THE VICTORIA LINE IS OFF CURFEW!!

(not so excellent news! pay day is MONDAY. wah.)
shewho: (melting tube)
THE VICTORIA LINE IS OFF CURFEW!!

(not so excellent news! pay day is MONDAY. wah.)
shewho: (bitter gothic tear)
1. Poland in January. During return trip someone jumps in front of the Stansted Express somewhere in way outside Edmonton and train is held for approximately 4hrs whilst we await coaches. Very. Late. Night.

2. Rome, also in January. En route to Stansted we discover no trains are actually running and there's no idea when they will be. Argh.

3. ATP in May. I oversleep not only through the bus I want to catch but several afterwards. Still make train by skin of my teeth. Stink.

4. Secret Garden Party in July. My companions break down on the way there, meaning lifts to and from with parentals. Which means leaving early on the Sunday and missing lovely St Etienne.

5. Edinburgh, yesterday. Rain of almost biblical proportions the previous day means half of Scotland is flooded. Having been through Waverley station twice you'd have thought I may have noticed all the cancelled trains heading south. Oblivious. Arrive for actual train. Realise there aren't any. Realise have just missed the last useful connection that would have taken us to the less waterlogged West coast. Sulk a bit. Blame Patrick Monahan. The 'I'm only saying it's possible, certainly not definite' train a couple of hours later arrives. Tube ninja skills get me a sneaky seat. Train moves. Hurrah! Train gets later and later due to water and traffic. Am finally in bed by about 3am.

Though looking on the bright side, I *did* wedge on the train. I *did* get home almost on the day I planned. This can only be good luck brought to me by touching the LUCKY STAR on Chat Magazine's psychic page. I mean, look at the evidence! Louise, (I think) from somewhere, touched the star last week and got a promotion in the lap dancing bar. Go girl!




This entry to demonstrate I'm back from hols and not still stranded in Scotland. If I've missed anything vital please let me know here! I cannot read the entire internets, you know....
shewho: (bitter gothic tear)
1. Poland in January. During return trip someone jumps in front of the Stansted Express somewhere in way outside Edmonton and train is held for approximately 4hrs whilst we await coaches. Very. Late. Night.

2. Rome, also in January. En route to Stansted we discover no trains are actually running and there's no idea when they will be. Argh.

3. ATP in May. I oversleep not only through the bus I want to catch but several afterwards. Still make train by skin of my teeth. Stink.

4. Secret Garden Party in July. My companions break down on the way there, meaning lifts to and from with parentals. Which means leaving early on the Sunday and missing lovely St Etienne.

5. Edinburgh, yesterday. Rain of almost biblical proportions the previous day means half of Scotland is flooded. Having been through Waverley station twice you'd have thought I may have noticed all the cancelled trains heading south. Oblivious. Arrive for actual train. Realise there aren't any. Realise have just missed the last useful connection that would have taken us to the less waterlogged West coast. Sulk a bit. Blame Patrick Monahan. The 'I'm only saying it's possible, certainly not definite' train a couple of hours later arrives. Tube ninja skills get me a sneaky seat. Train moves. Hurrah! Train gets later and later due to water and traffic. Am finally in bed by about 3am.

Though looking on the bright side, I *did* wedge on the train. I *did* get home almost on the day I planned. This can only be good luck brought to me by touching the LUCKY STAR on Chat Magazine's psychic page. I mean, look at the evidence! Louise, (I think) from somewhere, touched the star last week and got a promotion in the lap dancing bar. Go girl!




This entry to demonstrate I'm back from hols and not still stranded in Scotland. If I've missed anything vital please let me know here! I cannot read the entire internets, you know....
shewho: (melting tube)
it's funny the kind of things that put you in a good mood for the day.

i'm not talking about the almost painful to read mccartney / mills verdict.

i'm certainly not talking about my colleague's assertion he just learnt how to say 'good morning' in japanese on the toilet.

but i did just merrily stroll into work, singing crowded house's 'mean to me' out loud with a grin on my face.

why?

the Best Bus Driver Ever.

seriously. oftentimes in the morning it's tricky getting the bus to stamford hill. a million and two schoolchildren to navigate. this bus was full. but the driver, in the cheeriest way got everyone to 'move down and work together' and even though we were packed like sardines by then stopped again at the next stop, and got people to squeeze on the back, all the time keeping up this cheery monologue of joy and togetherness, which had us all *talking* to each other and smiling. and wished everybody a wonderful day as we piled off at stamford hill. piled off with a spring in our steps and a grin on our faces.

reader, i tell you, i had a tear of happiness in my eye. it's the little things.

*and* it's a bank holiday tomorrow. today may be made of greatness.

tomorrow you should totally come to soul mole at canal 125 for some serious dancing to some seriously excellent music.
shewho: (melting tube)
it's funny the kind of things that put you in a good mood for the day.

i'm not talking about the almost painful to read mccartney / mills verdict.

i'm certainly not talking about my colleague's assertion he just learnt how to say 'good morning' in japanese on the toilet.

but i did just merrily stroll into work, singing crowded house's 'mean to me' out loud with a grin on my face.

why?

the Best Bus Driver Ever.

seriously. oftentimes in the morning it's tricky getting the bus to stamford hill. a million and two schoolchildren to navigate. this bus was full. but the driver, in the cheeriest way got everyone to 'move down and work together' and even though we were packed like sardines by then stopped again at the next stop, and got people to squeeze on the back, all the time keeping up this cheery monologue of joy and togetherness, which had us all *talking* to each other and smiling. and wished everybody a wonderful day as we piled off at stamford hill. piled off with a spring in our steps and a grin on our faces.

reader, i tell you, i had a tear of happiness in my eye. it's the little things.

*and* it's a bank holiday tomorrow. today may be made of greatness.

tomorrow you should totally come to soul mole at canal 125 for some serious dancing to some seriously excellent music.
shewho: (fancy a pint?)
Ah, there have been some days. I appear to not have a terrible amount to say for myself. Well, to you lot anyway. I've been brain dumping a bit privately. Cor, imagine if I got HACKED? End. Of. World.

Aaaaanyway.

Tuesday I met up with Ed and Angel for some incredibly tasty sushi goodness. (Word to the wise - Yo! Sushi are currently doing a 'Rainbow' offer, plate of each colour for a tenner. Very filling! Tempura soft-shell crab! Oh lord, hungry again now.....) Found Gemma and Dan (eventually!) in the Big Chill House, and then popped around the corner to see Feist at the Scala. I really like Feist, I do. But on Tuesday I wasn't feeling it. Downstairs was too crowded for me. Balconies were too vertiginous. I was in a Very Strange Mood (keep that dog away from me!) and we ended up sitting in a booth, chatting away, with the music as background. If ten-years-ago me could have seen me then, I think I'd have stabbed myself. But it was lovely! I'm getting rubbish at gig-going.

Wine inspired me to haggle with t-shirt touts, and I now own a neon green and pink monstrosity that will no doubt evaporate in the first wash. WHY??

***

Yesterday, that is Wednesday, was obviously Book Club at the Albany. I ate a proper dinner. Yet somehow it didn't count as a proper dinner either, as stupid hammeredness ensued. Shocked yet? Thought not. Anyway, Book Club was all lovely and random and endearingly disorganised, just like being in a field again. Functioning 3D glasses! Getting to shout out "your mum's house!" and it be appropriate!

Getting home was a nightmare. Obviously the Viccy line is under curfew because it was caught smoking with Sharon behind the bike sheds. BUT!!! Both Tuesday AND Wednesday the stupid overland train was non-functional. WHY?? Tubes / Leyton / buses make home possible, but I shouldn't be left to forage for functioning ftransport in such a way when inebriated. Poor chap (Welsh comedian, refresh my booze addled memory?) had the bad luck to bump into me on the tube. I talked IN HIS FACE all the way to Liverpool Street. Oh dear.

***

I am OBSESSED with Scrabulous on facebook. Seriously obsessed. I'm not tremendously good though. Well, good enough to beat some people, nowhere near good enough to play with the big boys. And it is mostly fellas that are kicking my ar5e. Having said that, I did just score my first 400 (nice and round, happy figure!) - sorry Cay!

'Tessellating' the tiles into blocks of words is my new favourite thing. Oh dear.

***

Fancy coming out to play tonight? As I am NOT at Secret Garden Party I am determined to have as much festival type fun as possible. This means, in the space of this evening I intend to:

♥ go out for a chat and a meal. You can't come!
♥ head over to Beautiful & Damned. I even have a Big Skirt in my bag, organisation! You can come!
♥ leave early to get back into town for Full Mooners at the Comedy Store. You can come!
♥ sleep on the roll out mattress cunningly stashed somewhere in my office. You can't come!
♥ die. You can do with that what you will!
shewho: (fancy a pint?)
Ah, there have been some days. I appear to not have a terrible amount to say for myself. Well, to you lot anyway. I've been brain dumping a bit privately. Cor, imagine if I got HACKED? End. Of. World.

Aaaaanyway.

Tuesday I met up with Ed and Angel for some incredibly tasty sushi goodness. (Word to the wise - Yo! Sushi are currently doing a 'Rainbow' offer, plate of each colour for a tenner. Very filling! Tempura soft-shell crab! Oh lord, hungry again now.....) Found Gemma and Dan (eventually!) in the Big Chill House, and then popped around the corner to see Feist at the Scala. I really like Feist, I do. But on Tuesday I wasn't feeling it. Downstairs was too crowded for me. Balconies were too vertiginous. I was in a Very Strange Mood (keep that dog away from me!) and we ended up sitting in a booth, chatting away, with the music as background. If ten-years-ago me could have seen me then, I think I'd have stabbed myself. But it was lovely! I'm getting rubbish at gig-going.

Wine inspired me to haggle with t-shirt touts, and I now own a neon green and pink monstrosity that will no doubt evaporate in the first wash. WHY??

***

Yesterday, that is Wednesday, was obviously Book Club at the Albany. I ate a proper dinner. Yet somehow it didn't count as a proper dinner either, as stupid hammeredness ensued. Shocked yet? Thought not. Anyway, Book Club was all lovely and random and endearingly disorganised, just like being in a field again. Functioning 3D glasses! Getting to shout out "your mum's house!" and it be appropriate!

Getting home was a nightmare. Obviously the Viccy line is under curfew because it was caught smoking with Sharon behind the bike sheds. BUT!!! Both Tuesday AND Wednesday the stupid overland train was non-functional. WHY?? Tubes / Leyton / buses make home possible, but I shouldn't be left to forage for functioning ftransport in such a way when inebriated. Poor chap (Welsh comedian, refresh my booze addled memory?) had the bad luck to bump into me on the tube. I talked IN HIS FACE all the way to Liverpool Street. Oh dear.

***

I am OBSESSED with Scrabulous on facebook. Seriously obsessed. I'm not tremendously good though. Well, good enough to beat some people, nowhere near good enough to play with the big boys. And it is mostly fellas that are kicking my ar5e. Having said that, I did just score my first 400 (nice and round, happy figure!) - sorry Cay!

'Tessellating' the tiles into blocks of words is my new favourite thing. Oh dear.

***

Fancy coming out to play tonight? As I am NOT at Secret Garden Party I am determined to have as much festival type fun as possible. This means, in the space of this evening I intend to:

♥ go out for a chat and a meal. You can't come!
♥ head over to Beautiful & Damned. I even have a Big Skirt in my bag, organisation! You can come!
♥ leave early to get back into town for Full Mooners at the Comedy Store. You can come!
♥ sleep on the roll out mattress cunningly stashed somewhere in my office. You can't come!
♥ die. You can do with that what you will!
shewho: (E17)
What's this? The entirety of the Victoria Line down after 23:00, Mon - Thurs, 23rd June to 23rd November??

BUT MY SOCIAL LIFE!!!

(Ahaha the last train out of Liverpool Street doesn't leave til 01:00ish, foiled again! Who wants to hang out in Hoxton all the time? No? Bethnal Green? Hackney?)

***

ETA: ARGH! The only thing more irritating than that, is when you've just whacked up the radio to a silly volume to have a little sing and boogie to Don't Stop Me Now and some officious woman organising a work experience you know NOTHING about calls you up for the duration. I want my FUN, dammnit!
shewho: (E17)
What's this? The entirety of the Victoria Line down after 23:00, Mon - Thurs, 23rd June to 23rd November??

BUT MY SOCIAL LIFE!!!

(Ahaha the last train out of Liverpool Street doesn't leave til 01:00ish, foiled again! Who wants to hang out in Hoxton all the time? No? Bethnal Green? Hackney?)

***

ETA: ARGH! The only thing more irritating than that, is when you've just whacked up the radio to a silly volume to have a little sing and boogie to Don't Stop Me Now and some officious woman organising a work experience you know NOTHING about calls you up for the duration. I want my FUN, dammnit!
shewho: (melting tube)
I considered taking a sickie today. I considered the possibility long and hard. I realised I had things to do, and decided against it.

Which was quite foolish, as it happens.

Not only were there NO TRAINS from Walthamstow Central, but there were no tubes either. Not starting until Hackney / Kings Cross respectively.

Little bit of a problem.

So, instead of a handy short train and a bus to work I did this:

- walk to station
- see crowds of people going the other way, find the boy and walk away from the station
- hideously overcrowded bus to Leytonstone
- get on central line at Leytonstone
- get off central line at Leytonstone, the train is defective
- get on central line at Leytonstone *again*, 2 full trains of people crammed on one train
- get out at Stratford
- get on Jubilee line (this bit relatively painless)
- get out at Southwark
- get to work about the same time as if I had made the train that didn't exist.

Hmmmm........
shewho: (melting tube)
I considered taking a sickie today. I considered the possibility long and hard. I realised I had things to do, and decided against it.

Which was quite foolish, as it happens.

Not only were there NO TRAINS from Walthamstow Central, but there were no tubes either. Not starting until Hackney / Kings Cross respectively.

Little bit of a problem.

So, instead of a handy short train and a bus to work I did this:

- walk to station
- see crowds of people going the other way, find the boy and walk away from the station
- hideously overcrowded bus to Leytonstone
- get on central line at Leytonstone
- get off central line at Leytonstone, the train is defective
- get on central line at Leytonstone *again*, 2 full trains of people crammed on one train
- get out at Stratford
- get on Jubilee line (this bit relatively painless)
- get out at Southwark
- get to work about the same time as if I had made the train that didn't exist.

Hmmmm........
shewho: (cartoon face)
To say:

1. Come to [livejournal.com profile] bmovie on Friday! It is 80s NIGHT and will be brilliant. And dress like a Lost Boy. MrrrRrrrrrr.....

2. Belated birthday wishes to [livejournal.com profile] bluekieran for Saturday, hope BS&Q was fabulous. I was too broken to leave the house.

3. Come to think of it, leaving the house is looking less and less likely. I have become addicted to Animal Crossing. Indeed, mostly I am addicted to trying to catch all varieties of fish in Animal Crossing. This may take all year.

4. Yes, I am aware the DS is portable.

5. Having said that, D is on call all week, so clearly I am trying to spend as much time out as possible like the bad person I am. It *is* Monday Club tonight, isn't it?

;)

6. In your face! tube strike. You all appear to be working fine and dandy. However the morning overland train isn't as unpleasant as I had expected, and the stroll in from L'pool Street was quite refreshing. I may do this more often.

7. Expect a big, drunken, 1-PW (?) wrestling entry later.
shewho: (cartoon face)
To say:

1. Come to [livejournal.com profile] bmovie on Friday! It is 80s NIGHT and will be brilliant. And dress like a Lost Boy. MrrrRrrrrrr.....

2. Belated birthday wishes to [livejournal.com profile] bluekieran for Saturday, hope BS&Q was fabulous. I was too broken to leave the house.

3. Come to think of it, leaving the house is looking less and less likely. I have become addicted to Animal Crossing. Indeed, mostly I am addicted to trying to catch all varieties of fish in Animal Crossing. This may take all year.

4. Yes, I am aware the DS is portable.

5. Having said that, D is on call all week, so clearly I am trying to spend as much time out as possible like the bad person I am. It *is* Monday Club tonight, isn't it?

;)

6. In your face! tube strike. You all appear to be working fine and dandy. However the morning overland train isn't as unpleasant as I had expected, and the stroll in from L'pool Street was quite refreshing. I may do this more often.

7. Expect a big, drunken, 1-PW (?) wrestling entry later.
shewho: (tea)
I didn't think it would work, and that it would be eerily unpleasant, but it did, and it felt right.

slowly but surely, everyone tumbled out of the offices and cafes and shut up. for 2 minutes. actually, probably longer just in case watches were wrong.

and down the road and round the corner they are reassembling bits of train and bits of people

*********************************

the victoria line was up to it's normal fun and games this morning. after sweating for 20 minutes at tottenham hale while a train in front inched its way to finsbury park at 3 mph, i went for the overland option. and am very tempted to do so again.

the beauty of tottenham hale is that it is one of 3 stations served by the stanstead express, and the beauty of this is that the train is not overcrowded and you can get a seat. it is also airconditioned. lovely stanstead express. be my friend!

however liverpool street into actual work was a bit of a convoluted faff, featuring 2 buses and a little walk.

however, having just looked at journey planner thingy, this is one of the only 3 ways of doing it (without the tube, obv), one of the others being walking.

i rule at london!

****************

on a related note, snopes on london tea quotes etc
shewho: (tea)
I didn't think it would work, and that it would be eerily unpleasant, but it did, and it felt right.

slowly but surely, everyone tumbled out of the offices and cafes and shut up. for 2 minutes. actually, probably longer just in case watches were wrong.

and down the road and round the corner they are reassembling bits of train and bits of people

*********************************

the victoria line was up to it's normal fun and games this morning. after sweating for 20 minutes at tottenham hale while a train in front inched its way to finsbury park at 3 mph, i went for the overland option. and am very tempted to do so again.

the beauty of tottenham hale is that it is one of 3 stations served by the stanstead express, and the beauty of this is that the train is not overcrowded and you can get a seat. it is also airconditioned. lovely stanstead express. be my friend!

however liverpool street into actual work was a bit of a convoluted faff, featuring 2 buses and a little walk.

however, having just looked at journey planner thingy, this is one of the only 3 ways of doing it (without the tube, obv), one of the others being walking.

i rule at london!

****************

on a related note, snopes on london tea quotes etc

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